Unholy confessions of a vampire heart

Dear diary

My father woke me up this morning fear written across his face. Judgement day was here, my heart beating throughout my chest as I slowly stood and dressed in my finest clothes.
Well, they are as fine as they can get. My once white shirt not so white anymore, and my pant had seen better days, the ripped knees patched up as well as I could do them.
I was definitely not the best seamstress this village had ever seen. I can see my father through the tiny gap of the so-called window, pulling out the sacks of grain I collected
through the night. Five of them in total, not nearly enough. All I can do is pray that the Baron is in a good mood. He will be here soon. My dear diary, I need to leave you now,
hopefully I will be able to write again soon.

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"Son, are you ready? The baron will be here soon! We need to look our best! My god I hope he is in a good mood! This is not nearly enough! Oh god! please don't let him take my son away from me!"

"father, you need to calm down, everything will be alright, I promise! You are shaking father! please calm down!" I say quietly, nearly in a whisper. I could hear the horses of the Baron coming from a distance,
they sounded like thunder!

"I am not able to calm down son, my fear is to great. If I lose you, I do not know what to do!" His eyes started to fill with tears, and I hugged him tightly, hiding my fear as good as I could.
Trying to kill the trembling of my own voice I swallow hard. "If they do take me father, I will be okay, the rumors can't be true. He serenely can't be that evil!"

"Stand up straight son, here they come now" his voice trembling slightly as he brushes dust off his clothes that are not even there. "And make sure to be polite, and do NOT look him in the eyes!

"I will behave father; I won't give him the pleasure of thinking less of us"

The Horses come to a halt in front of us, the well-dressed men stepping down from their horses, scrunching up their noses in disgust of the surroundings.

The tallest one steps forward looking at my father then smiles evilly at me, his eyes sly like the eyes of a rat.

"Is this all that is?" He asks my father, laughter in his voice.

My father looking scared and staring at the ground nodding slowly. "I am sorry, but this is all we have got, the rain robbed us of half of our crops"

"Well, I am sorry to say that this does not even cover half of what you owe. We will take this back, but you will soon receive word from the Baron of what he would want as the rest of the down payment"

"Please do not let him take my son good sire, he is all I have got left! Take my last chicken, take my horse! But please do not let him take my son!"

That is for my lord the Baron to decide, not me" He smiles evilly at me, like I am a piece of meat ready to be eaten. I can't help but shudder at the feeling his gaze give me.
But finally, they ride away, leaving us for now at least.

Going back inside the house, I quickly change into my everyday clothes. I have got work to do; the rest of our crops need to be collected before the Barons men come back.
I walk outside, slowly picking out the almost yellow grain from the ones that are still green. My eyes watering as I think of my destiny to become a slave if we do not have enough by the morning
our whenever the baron will grant us with his presence. The man only told us we would get word from the baron, not when. My heart beating hard and my tears now flowing freely as my father can not
see them, I fall to my knees sobbing hard. The feeling of despair slicing through my soul and promising me that my worst nightmares will come true. I lay there, for hours, not even noticing the darkness
until my father calls me back inside. My puffy eyes sore from crying and my face covered with grime and dried up tears I walk back to the tiny lake to wash up. Breathing deeply and plaster a smile on
my face before I walk up to my dad. Dinner is silent as always, the pain in my father’s eyes have me tearing up in tears again. I quickly wipe them away with my sleeve, my father must not see me cry.
He is hurting so badly already; I need to be strong!

"father, may I please be excused from the table? I am really tired and need some sleep"

"Off course son! You may go!" He smiles at me, and I pretend to yawn just to be a bit more convincing.

Walking into my room I lose myself in thoughts, singing softly to myself, little nothings that fall into my head. Of long-lost love and happiness and heart ache. Sweet nothings I could only
dream of knowing. Lighting the candle beside my bed, I freeze. My pulse beating hard, thundering in my head. I can swear to god that I think my heart stopped for a second. On my pillow,
a single white note with four terrifying words written in black.

You will be mine.